St. Stephen's Day

St. Stephen’s Day is celebrated throughout the world in different ways. Just another religious holiday usually but this year was going to be decidedly different. St. Stephen had decided to visit the mortal world.

Joel was just another teenage nerd that the jocks of his school loved to pick on. He was a bright kid, not terribly bad looking in a lanky “he’ll grow into his body” kind of way, and always willing to help other people. He loved superheroes and had quite an impressive collection of comic books.

Rick was the QB and of course the most popular guy in school. He was older than Joel as he was a senior and Joel was just a lowly freshman. He had all the advantages: handsome, athletic, from a wealthy family, and colleges clamoring after him, even if his SAT scores placed him in the “not very bright” group.

Rick loved to torment Joel, except when he needed help with his school work. He would ooze charm and friendliness towards the nerd to get what he wanted, acting like they were best bros. And of course, Joel always capitulated and helped his biggest nemesis. That was just the type of guy Joel was.

Rick had managed to get Joel to do his advanced calculus homework for him, promising to get him into the biggest invite-only party coming up on the weekend. And yup, you guessed it, Rick had absolutely no intention of letting “nerd boy” anywhere near him or his friends at the party. Joel was crushed when Saturday rolled around and Rick was nowhere to be found. Rick meanwhile was laughing with his friends at Joel’s expense. Coincidently enough, Saturday also happened to be St. Stephen’s Day.

The party was in full force when Rick heard police sirens coming up the road.

“Shit bros. We gotta get outta here before the cops come. I’ll be so grounded if I get arrested.” Rick looked for the nearest escape route, which he promptly took, ditching his so-called bros as quick as he could and running smack into a big burly cop.

“You’re coming with me, son.” And before Rick knew it, he was in the back of the squad car headed to the station.

“Please man, let me go. I can get you tickets to the big fight coming up or anything else you want. Just don’t take me to jail.” The cop only smirked at Rick, loving the way the BMOC broke down like some little kid.

Rick held his breath when the station came into view, then let out a sigh of relief as they passed straight by and continued onward to somewhere else.

“Thank you, sir. Whatever you want, it’s yours.” The cop just smiled. They drove just outside of the town’s limits to a deserted old farmhouse. The cop pulled up to the barn, got out, and opened Rick’s door.

“Get out Rick.” Rick was feeling very scared as he did as he was ordered. Usually he was on the giving end but now here he was being intimidated by a man who looked like he could squash him with one hand if he so desired. Wait… how did the cop know his name? Must have read it in the paper. Yeah, that must be it.

Inside the barn, they found Joel. The barn was his favorite place to hang when he needed alone time or was feeling depressed. Today he was both. He looked up, a surprised look on his face, when the cop and Rick entered.

“Hey nerd.” Rick sneered, completely ignoring the fact the cop was still there. “How was your party?”

Joel could feel himself turning red from embarrassment. Bad enough he had trusted Rick but to now have that rubbed in his face was just too much. He broke down in tears.

“Ah, poor little nerd boy need his mommy?” Rick was back to his usual self and while he was at it he made up his mind he would make the cop sorry he ever brought him here. Just wait until he told his daddy some made up story. That cop was going to be in deep shit, maybe even get fired. Everybody would believe Rick, even over what the cop might say. Rick made a quick move to push Joel.

“What the fuck? I can’t move.” Joel just laughed watching the big stud fighting to get to him. He made a move to run as quick as possible out of the barn, only to find himself unable to move, just like Rick. The barn was suddenly enveloped in a blinding whiteness…

He was alone in the barn when the light cleared.

“What the…?” He cleared his throat. That wasn’t his voice. It did sound familiar though. “Nerd boy? Where are you?” That voice again and it… was… coming… from… him! “Why do I sound like the nerd?” He looked down at himself only to see the clothes Joel had been wearing. “Why am I wearing his clothes and sounding like him? This can’t be happening.” He searched the barn but to no avail. No sign of Joel anywhere. No sign of the cop either for that matter.

Hanging on a stud was a dirty old mirror. He rushed to it, hoping beyond hope what he was thinking wasn’t true. Shock, disbelief, and horror filled him when he saw the reflection. He was looking at Joel! He was in the nerd’s body!

Meanwhile back at the party a very confused high school senior found himself with a beer in his hand, surrounded by other high schoolers he didn’t know.

“Hey, Rick. Need a refill?” He heard someone shout as he looked around him. “Yeah you, Sherlock.” They were talking to him? His name wasn’t Rick. It was…? He couldn’t remember his name.

“I’m good, man.” He heard himself say. The voice didn’t sound familiar though. Must be the beer. He shook his head. What was he thinking. He was Rick, the high school quarterback and valedictorian for graduation. Set to go to Harvard in the fall so he could follow in his dad’s footsteps. All his bros were here. “Let’s party!”

The Green Arrow swung down off the building, going after Prometheus but instead found himself slipping and falling. “Cut.” Someone called. “Stephen, try not to fall down next time. Take lunch everyone while we reset.” Very confused, he looked around, not recognizing any of the people here. The place looked familiar though. He was in Starling City, home to Oliver Queen and Green Arrow, his favorite TV show. But how had he gotten here? And why had they called him Stephen? His name was Joel, not Stephen. “Get your head in the game, Stephen. Go take a breather in your trailer.” His trailer? “You okay? Your trailer… you know the big giant box over there.” The guy pointed.

“Huh? Yeah. Okay. Thanks.” Wait… that didn’t sound like his voice. The other man shook his head, wondering what was wrong with his star. He seemed to have suddenly gotten off his game.

Joel made his way over to the trailer and opened the door. “Wow.” That was all he could think to say. He had never seen anything this fancy before. As he stepped in and closed the door he came face to face with Stephen Amell! “I’m sorry, Mr. Amell.” There was that voice again. He didn’t get an answer and then he realized: he was looking into a mirror. And he was wearing green leather and a mask and a hood and… His mind was reeling. “Holy crap! I’m the Green Arrow!”

He looked down at himself. At the tight, green outfit that showed every bulge of his muscled body. He felt good, powerful. He was Stephen Amell. He might look like the rugged actor but he was still Joel, just in a different body. He certainly didn’t know how to be Stephen.

“You’ll be fine Joel.” He heard a voice from somewhere telling him. He spun around to see the cop from the barn standing nearby. “Yes, you really are Stephen Amell and in a moment, you will have access to all his memories, mannerisms, everything so for all intents and purposes you will be him to the outside world. Being him will be the most natural thing to you but you’ll get to enjoy it all as yourself mentally.”

Sure, he was excited to be the Arrow and have the perfect body and life he had always dreamed about but this was way more than he could handle. After all he was just a teenager barely out of puberty now in a grown man’s body.

“Relax, Joel. Or should I say Stephen?” And as the cop spoke new memories came to Joel. “Enjoy your life. I guarantee you’ll have fun.”

“Stephen back to the set.” The cop disappeared as someone knocked on the door. A bit scared at first, the new Stephen Amell knew all his lines and cues. Soon his natural confidence kicked in and he found himself having a blast performing some of the stunts. Yeah, he could get used to this. He was The Green Arrow after all.

St. Stephen went back to the barn where he had left the old Rick. “Enjoying your new self, Joel?” Rick turned, seeing the cop standing in front of him.

“But I’m not Joel.” Rick protested.

“Yes, you are and no one will know the difference. Oh, and by the way you’re also now gay.” The cop had a smirk on his face, taunting the once super straight stud.

Gay? He wasn’t gay. He liked girls, liked the sex he could get on demand from them. He tried to think of the sexy cheerleader he wanted to fuck but try as he might, he found himself thinking about his old body and how hot he was and how he’d like to have that cock in his ass. To his horror and embarrassment his new cock started rising. He was getting hard thinking about himself! Try as he might he couldn’t stop himself. The more he tried, the harder he got. He began to cry.

“What’s the matter nerd boy? Need your mommy?” He was being mocked by his own words of earlier. “Justice can be a bitch, Joel. Say hi to all your new friends for me.” And with a laugh the cop disappeared.

“Wait. Please. Don’t leave me like this. I don’t want to be Joel. Please, please. I’ll do anything.” It was too late though. He had no choice. This was his life, his new life as a now gay Joel.

At school the next day Joel wasn’t watching where he was going and bumped into Rick. “You okay Joel?” Rick asked sounding genuinely concerned.

“Yes, I’m fine. Thanks.” Joel blushed as he looked at the body he once owned, wondering if he could somehow get the BMOC to fuck him. Inwardly he cringed at the very thought but at the same time it excited him. This was going to be a very long punishment.

“Better watch where you’re going, okay big guy?” The new and improved Rick was now smarter and much more compassionate to people.

St. Stephen looked down on all three of his latest triumphs. Yes, it had indeed been a good St. Stephen’s Day this year.